[ She'd like to think that the silence between the both of you isn't anything to think too hard on. You have to gather yourself, maybe enjoy that cigarette. She has to focus, lose herself in domestic minutiae.
The stuffing for the crepe is getting prepared first, along with the omelettes. She's quiet all the way until she's letting the pan heat up. ]
I know what it's like, feeling like you have to hide. Feeling like you have to be busy with something. [ A beat. ] I'm hiding away myself.
[ Low and quiet again, as if she is not talking about anything emotional. The weight of it, though, is in her words, and just beneath the surface of them.
She isn't looking at you. She's a coward that can't quite bring herself to do that yet. Besides, she did say she was going to make breakfast for you. ]
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The stuffing for the crepe is getting prepared first, along with the omelettes. She's quiet all the way until she's letting the pan heat up. ]
I know what it's like, feeling like you have to hide. Feeling like you have to be busy with something. [ A beat. ] I'm hiding away myself.
[ Low and quiet again, as if she is not talking about anything emotional. The weight of it, though, is in her words, and just beneath the surface of them.
She isn't looking at you. She's a coward that can't quite bring herself to do that yet. Besides, she did say she was going to make breakfast for you. ]